This is a song about "Cure"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

My only cure is pretty girls who gon let me peep

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Well you better fear me cause i can turn this cure into a poison,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Looking for a cure, a ditch to dump a bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Im an infection and there is no cure